Painting of the Nine Immortals

Sin City, located on the border between Yunzhou and Yuezhou.

There are many gangsters and wicked generations here, and some monks who have caused great calamities will come here to take refuge.

In this city, the highest-end combat power is the powerful Danzi period. Each one is as high as a king, with the strongest fighting power in this place, overlooking the entire city of sin.

For the monks in the Sin City, the strong Dandan period is the supreme heaven, which represents absolute authority, and no one dares to violate it!

Therefore, when they learned that Ling Xian was a strong Danzi period, those people were suddenly frightened.

Everyone was scared to the extreme, afraid that Ling Xian would wipe his sleeves and easily kill himself.

However, Ling Xian would not kill these people, not because she was soft-hearted, but felt that her hands were dirty.

"A bunch of idiots, it's not bad to die."

Ling Xian glanced briefly at those people, then took a step and slowly walked into the city. His pace was gentle and slow, but each step fell like a bell of death, which made those people more afraid.

"Shangxian, I was wrong, please forgive me."

"Yeah, I know what's wrong, please let me go."

"My son, I **** it. I know what's wrong, so let me go."

The crowd was begging, and some people even beat their own faces, hoping that Ling Xian could let his life pass.

"Papapa!"

The crisp applause sounded one after another, echoing on the long street, very loud. This shows how far these people are afraid.

Seeing this, Ling Xian smirked. He did not intend to kill these people, but just stepped into the city. Unexpectedly, this action fell into the eyes of everyone, but it became a death knell and a life-saving sign.

"Stop it."

Slightly speaking, Ling Xianxing's eyes were bright, slowly glanced at everyone. Although there was no momentum, but they had a great majesty, so that everyone hurriedly bowed their heads and did not dare to look at him.

"Fortunately for you, I'm new here and don't want to get bloody."

Ling Xian's expression was calm. His original intention was not to kill. I just want to deter him, lest anyone think he is weak and bullying, and hit his attention.

It was said that everyone was overjoyed, but did not expect that the peaks and turns would have saved this life.

"Killing you, I will feel my hands dirty."

Ling Xian glanced at everyone faintly, and said, "Limit to you within ten breaths, and disappear from my eyes, otherwise the consequences will be clear to you."

The words fell, those people were all bitter, and could not think of their own lives. In Lingxian's eyes, it was so worthless. But at the moment, they don't care about bitterness at all, they hurriedly stretched their bodies, and madly ran towards the distance.

After that, a short and strange scene appeared on the long street.

The monks, who are usually prestigious and domineering, are at this moment as if they have met a ghost and are running wildly. It's so rapid, it can be called a gale, as fast as an arrow.

It can be seen to what extent have they been afraid, otherwise, how can they run wildly ten times faster than usual?

Among these people, there is a lean middle-aged man with the lowest repair, only nine layers of gas refining, so he naturally runs the slowest.

In this way, Ling Xian also noticed the person, and with a wave of his sleeves, he imprisoned the man in place.

Suddenly, the person's complexion changed, and his body shivered.

Seeing this, Ling Xian shook her head with a smile and smiled. He didn't intend to kill the man, he just wanted to find a tour guide. When he first arrived here, he naturally wanted to know the general situation here, such as the important information of power division.

Although he had lived in the Sin City for several years, it was in a fantasy world after all, and the time was different. Therefore, he was not sure if he knew everything about the city, and naturally needed a guide.

"Son, dare to ask you anything else?"

The skinny man forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, for fear that Ling Xian had changed his mind and wanted to kill himself.

"Don't be afraid, as long as you complete what I have told you, not only will I not hurt you, but I will let you gain something." Ling Xian smiled slightly and dispersed the imprisonment for this man.

Hearing that Ling Xian was not trying to kill himself, the skinny man was relieved and said in a hurry: "Please ask my son to make it clear, as long as I can do it, I will never quit."

"well."

Ling Xian smiled and said, "It's actually not difficult, but I just arrived here and don't know much about the situation here. So, I would like to ask you to be my tour guide and explain it to me."

"It's simple."

The skinny man completely relaxed his mind and patted his chest to ensure: "My son is assured that the villain lives here at the age of twelve. I know everything. "

"Oh?"

Ling Xian raised his mouth and said, "It seems that I made a mistake and hit the right person."

"That is, my son is assured, the villain knows the city of evil very well." A hint of pride flashed on the skinny man's face, and said, "Whatever the son wants to know, though, the villain knows everything and talks endlessly."

"First talk about your name." Ling Xian smiled slightly.

"Hey, the villain has no name. Because he is the second child in the family, the familiar person is called Huang Er'er." The skinny man smiled.

Ling Xian shook her head with a smile and said, "Then I will call you Xiao Er."

Primary 2?

Lao Tzu is not a buddy at the teahouse!

Huang Er'er yelled, but he never dare to say it, and did not dare to refute Lingxian's words. He could only accompany him with a laugh: "It sounds good, it is indeed a strong Danzi. different."

"Okay, don't brag about me, take me to find a place to live first, and then you tell me more about it." Ling Xian waved her hand and said, "This eight-grade magic weapon is even your reward."

With that, he waved his sleeve, and an orange-yellow ring appeared in the air, exuding the breath belonging to the eight-pin magic weapon.

"Bapin magic!"

Huang Er'er's eyes lighted up, and he stared at the ring tightly, the saliva seemed to flow down.

He has low strength and has been living at the bottom of the evil city. Not to mention having a magic weapon, even if he has seen it, there are only a handful of magic weapons.

And he has a dream since he was a child, that is to have a magic weapon of his own, even if it is only the lowest nine grades, he is willing to give everything to change.

At this moment, a Bapin magic weapon appeared in front of him and was about to belong to himself. How could he not be excited?

"My son, this treasure is really, really a reward for me?" Huang Er'er was so excited that his voice shook a bit.

"As long as you know everything about me, this thing is yours." Ling Xian smiled slightly. This magic weapon came from the Immortal Hall, which was nothing to him at all.

But in Huang Er's eyes, that was the baby. Therefore, he patted his chest and promised, "My son, don't worry, I will never hide anything from you."

"Very well, let's take me to find a place to live." Ling Xian smiled slightly and walked towards the front.

Seeing this, Huang Er'er couldn't help looking at the magic weapon in his hand, and hurried to follow up.

As Lingxian and Huang Er'er searched for a place to stay, the story of a cold humming long street gradually spread to the ears of several major forces in the city.